the king of thinking and how he wastes his days

Meine liebe

there was a grand old king
he was fat and he was pale
he had no goals or dreams
just a boat without a sail
he just thought thought thought
he thought his time away
all he ever did was think
to pass the time of day
and he never did shit
because nothing really made sense
and around his little castle
he built the tallest fence
and in that castle he sat
content with simply being
forever questioning the world
never touching, feeling, seeing
he just withered away in his castle
and no one really cared
because no one really knew him
or even knew that he was there
i wonder if he ever stopped
to think of the life he had spent
doing absolutely nothing
and where the time could have went
i hope youre not like he was
this lonely little king
that wasted all his days
and never did a thing

DopeBeastie

IF one's life were a garden patch,
a land prepared to grow a thing
mine would specialize in raising
fruitless kings in lazy daises
ordering the break-fast dishes,
feasting on false hope and wishes
unwilling with everything.






(your poem rocks, meine liebe)

FinsburyParkCarrots

This poem echoes ancient legend and folklore:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fisher_King

It's a strong theme that seems transhistorical and universal to human experience.

twin1

Very good read...thanks!